1. |
01000001
03:09
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I never knew a woman who loved me like you.
You vaporized the sea then drained the sky of blue.
Everywhere I look, I see the signs are bent.
All that’s left for me is your countenance in zeros and ones.
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2. |
First Letter
05:18
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Burn after reading,
fan the flame.
Quit cold-turkey
then stay the same.
Never say never,
except in death.
When I go,
you can take my breath.
I want to meet in the middle,
even if it's the Dead Sea.
I'll float out to you
like the earth no longer holds me.
So let's meet at Percy Priest
and save the flight for now.
We'll swim out to that buoy
and let our dead weight drown.
Left the wild hunt
and stood in place.
You streamed like lightning
and kept me awake.
Never will look back
and mourn the past
when you're before me,
a blazing flash.
I want to meet in the middle,
even if it's the Galilee.
I'll walk out to you
as your faith sustains me.
So let's meet at the Harpeth
where I nearly drowned.
We'll forever float
down, down, down.
Oh, what a thing, to leave your ring
at my suggestion!
I separate from my body
in that instant.
To live a life without your smile
or imperfections
would dry me up like a
desert basin.
And the dried-up petals in my pocket
remind me that I'm not alone;
it's you I hear on
the other end of the phone.
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3. |
Approaching Infinity
03:01
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With the latest Vogue strapped to my chest,
I used to know that I could rest
without the threat of a stolen heart
for no knife could make a mark.
And then by chance, you found me
and graced me with your beauty.
You found me.
Coy and free, you walk away smiling.
I knew then I’d done the right thing.
To be with you is a fiction
stranger than I could have written.
Your shoulder glance put a hold on me.
Take all I have ‘til I have nothing.
A hold on me.
Your history,
collective memory,
is woven into mine,
and I lose myself.
Infinity
seems short to me
when I think about your eyes
and the songs they’ll light up.
Lay me down in the river bed
when my chase for the endless ends
and pass my songs on to Aven
so he may hear our love again.
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Flowers on the hill,
glory of the patures.
They all wait until
they all wait until
they are turned to ashes,
patient and brightly dressed.
I have seen my fill,
beauty overwhelming.
All my contents spill
in a heap before me,
tattered and underdressed.
Glory, Glory, Glory.
I have lost my will,
all my plans have faded.
Told my heart, “Be still!”
yet it dances naked,
eager and underfed.
Hidden watermill,
sitting on the streamside.
How the Juncos trill
as you turn your wheel right,
steady and amply fed
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5. |
Goodnight #9
05:16
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(water runs)
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6. |
Phi
03:40
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“We might as well come wearing our baseball jerseys,
so we can feel at home in the dirt,
and so we’re on the same page, let’s not get surly,
we all know weddings aren’t about you.
It’s all about the show.
It’s all that we know.
It’s all about the show,
and we’ll never let it go.
We won’t sleep if it seems too selfish.
We’ll just go ‘round that golden pole.
Secretly, we’ll regret the day we left it,
but don’t we leave a pretty trail?
It’s all about the show.
It’s all that we know.
It’s all about the show,
and we’ll never let it go.”
One way to live life.
Six steps to the prize.
One day to get right.
Eight sets to align.
No shade from the cross.
Three strikes and you’re gone.
Three made into one.
Nine tries to be John.
Eight years on the run.
Eight months to be one.
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Early spring before the leaves
returned to bare branches,
you loved me.
Always slow, I made a show
straight up to summer’s door and said,
“I love you.”
Now, we’re planting seeds,
growing beautiful things all year.
We play a mix from times we miss
and drift out to that isle
in our dreams.
Shouldered weight accumulates,
but we lay it at your feet
in our dreams.
We keep planting seeds,
growing beautiful things all year.
For the hundredth time,
I rise and make little goodbyes,
and you deny my feeble attempts.
I’ll meet you in my mind,
and we’ll drive without a guide,
and you will find I never left.
We keep planting seeds,
growing beautiful things all year.
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8. |
113
04:57
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Rain, Rain. Come this way.
I didn’t want to go out in the first place.
Deal me a hand or set up the board
or just lay with me and laugh on the floor.
When my ears go out and my eyes fade,
can you hold my arm and show me the way?
Will you look at me from across the table
with loving eyes though you’ve seen all angles?
Light flashed down
then came sound.
Time trickled last despite my grasp.
Time forgot
Sully’s watch,
and all I see is 113.
Celebrate the happy couple’s day
while learning of another’s last days,
like a baby’s first breath
in the valley of the shadow of death.
When my hair thins out and my knees give way,
will you hold my arm and say it’s ok?
Will you hold my hand beneath the covers
so I can sleep without fear of “the other?”
Shim’rin’ creek
before me
counts e’ry hour with its pow’r.
Static face
hides the way
it carves a bed to spread its legs.
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11001110 10101001
03:58
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A hundred years or maybe more,
that’s how long our love’s good for
within these tents of skin and bones
before we’re cast upon the stones
by tides of time. We’re light, so will you be mine?
Magnetic pulse, ripples in space,
we send a chirp across a plain
of black holes mixed with white dwarf stars.
It’s hard to know quite where we are
at times, yet by your side, I know we’re alright.
ME
Darlin’, angel, bright star, fable,
pulsar, grayscale, whitewall, black sail.
I’ll meet you on the other side.
YOU
If you leave for eternity,
I shall be returned to thee.
Starless sky
meets the knife’s
horizon edge,
and I sail on past the seam.
Now my dreams are steady streams,
and I’m a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of the whole...repeating.
I’m a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of the whole...repeating.
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Brother, Oh Brother Franklin, Tennessee
Brother, Oh Brother is the name under which Michael Guido records his music. He is an independent artist based out of Columbia, TN.
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